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Lost Tracks 4 – “Shadows in the Woodlands”

This little tune is quite different from the previous Lost Tracks. In this one, I switch off the electricity and pick up an acoustic guitar while Louis switches from rhythm to fingerstyle. Also, the piece sounds like it’s something that might have been written hundreds of years ago rather than in the last few […]

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The Sparrow Stone – Chapter 1

The First Spell – Welcome to Scriber’s Ford, a small village quite lost in the land of Soulstra. And welcome to the home of Kiernan. Kiernan the Wizard to some. Kiernan the Crazy to others. Kiernan the Nomad. Kiernan the Bard. Kiernan the Bad Housekeeper said an aunt older than sunshine but twice as good at […]

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The Sparrow Stone – Preface

An Invitation – The flames move strangely tonight. They speak to me of Bards and legends, the storyteller’s campfire, a circle of faces looking up, wanting more, much more than the stories can give. What do I want? I want to try and set all this down. It might be a spell worth casting. Though I […]

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Lost Tracks 3 – “Solo Flight”

I think I’d like to do more with this music someday. In the meantime, I see no reason not to post it as is. This is the “Lost Tracks” section of the site, after all, and anything goes. Also, in some ways, even though it’s only a guitar solo and drums, to me, it somehow […]

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Lost Tracks 2 – “Moonlight”

Whenever I think of this piece of music, I think of the house I grew up in. It had a gallery that ran the width of the front of the house, with tall screens and windows on three sides. One sunny summer day, Louis and I gathered up our guitars and all the gear […]

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Three Portraits

An exercise of the mind and heart is once again called for. A pen is picked up. The hand obeys reluctantly, but lets the black blood flow freely nonetheless. Three portraits fall out of love. Three pictures of the same man, taken by the same woman who is still invisible. She becomes clearer as a reality while fading as a dream. […]

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Gratitude – a Love Story for Valentine’s Day

Perhaps the only thing we can be sure about is that we can’t be sure about anything. I guess that’s just my way of saying that the following is possibly no more than a humble opinion: I think that we are too much about love to be anything other than Love itself. I’m not just […]

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There’s a Light – a Christmas Poem

This is a poem from The Hard Won Hush about a long ago and far away Christmas, a perfect memory of “that younger dream, that frozen, always place.” The longer I live, the more it seems that John has very little to do with what flows from pen to page or what taps and mouses […]

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Lost Tracks 1 – “Nomad”

When I first started down this road to begin my adventure on the world wide web, I decided that I’d like to have a section called “Lost Tracks” on this site. The title mostly refers to a few cardboard boxes filled with cassettes that contain a lot of unfinished music from way back when. Some […]

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Messengers – a poem about peace

This poem is from “The Hard Won Hush.” It’s about peace, the lack of it, the real possibility of creating it, and one of the ways it can begin. You could say that “Messengers” is my peace pipe. Please feel free to pass it round the circle. We’ve created two versions to make it easier […]

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